This morning was dark and rainy. Mr. Guy and The Lady had to get up early and drive several hours to attend a funeral. I didn’t go. Nothing about the day sounded good to me. I remember when we went to the funeral for The Captain. I remember it being both a sad time and a happy time. Sad becasue the Captain wasn’t here with us anymore; but happy because he was not sick and weak anymore either. I’m still trying to figure out how I can be sad and happy at the same time.
The funeral that The Lady and Mr. Guy went to today was for Ms. Melba. She has known Mr. Guy since he was a tiny little boy, maybe even tinier than me. She looked after him for lots of years after his parents went to heaven. We talked about heaven tonight when Mr. Guy and The Lady got home. It is not like Lewes, or San Diego, or New York, or Mini-apples, the places I have been. It is a place that lots of people talk about what it is like there, but no one that I have ever talked to about it has ever been there. I don’t quite understand that.
And I’m just curious…why does the word funeral begin with FUN? I’m not sure that there is anything fun about them.